Made it to BRU with a minimal amount of fuss.
Well, it was minimal if you don’t count the 24 hour layover in Chicago due to my inbound flight from DEN getting delayed for malarky, making me miss the single flight to BRU that United fly per day, but allowed me to hook up with my friends Mr. and Mrs. Team G and their newborn who does not talk at all and their 3 year old who talks enough to cover their entire neighborhood. Eating any pizza not from Colorado and waging wanton destruction upon landscaping with a Sawz-all is certainly a formula for fun.
The next day’s outbound flight was delayed, in fact, by Eyjafllallalllabjorkbjorksporkjallajokull, but not too badly. So I consider that a success.
Google Maps walking directions beta isn’t afraid to send you down hiking paths.
Speaking of trekking, the Hotel Dolce here in La Hulpe has the world’s longest driveway.
Maybe I’m getting older and surlier, but trying to learn Flemish didn’t even cross my mind. I just want everyone to speak English. There, I said it.
By the way, all this talk of terrifying ash, oil spills, and the like reminds me of Don Delillo’s White Noise. If you haven’t read it, you really need to.
I should have drank more at home to prep.
This is gonna be a good conference.